Chapter Text
It was dark.
I stumbled over as I landed with a thump on the wet grass below my church room window. I groaned, rolling over. I stared up at the cloudy sky. Fuck. It was damp and cold and dark, wrapped in Bernice's thick winter coat. I could still feel the bitter cold, felt like shit. I’d decided to sneak out just four hours ago, the moment Pauline had mentioned Ross I knew I had to find him, tonight. If Ross was family, Ross would surely tell me what I needed to know. Tonight would be the night I finally got answers, starting with the gravestone. I pulled myself up, taking out the torch I’d taken from Pauline and Bernice’s room.
Steadying my breath I approached the car, bending down to where I’d seen the grave headstone. This was it. Answers. Despite waiting for the last two days to look at it again I couldn’t help but feel… nervous. I lifted the torch over the grave, there it was, my name, and a small epitaph that looked like someone had tried to scratch out something about me, I squinted my eyes, shuffling closer to the grave and placing my fingers over the scratches as I attempted to read, something about being gone too soon- I was loved? I was missed? That, Edward… Edward missed me?
Dread. That's all I could feel. A sick churning feeling falling over me. Edward. On my grave. Why the fuck. Was Edward tittsman on my grave? Creep.
My eyes drifted down, the torch following. The date. The date of death.
1901.
What the fuck.
A lot to process. A lot. So, 1901… not me then. But that’s my name, not just my first name but my full fucking name, middle names included, nicknames included, fuck even Michael Caine was on there. This can’t just be a coincidence. No no there is definitely more to this, there’s no way Pauline and Bernice don’t know about it, absolutely no chance they literally live right next to this crime scene of a grave. But who else knew? Who else could I not trust? I wasn’t safe here. No, no, I had to continue my plan and find my uncle Ross. Maybe the one person who didn’t want to see me could be the person to really help me.
I looked back up at the church as I stood. I liked Pauline, I really did… and I wanted to trust her and Bernice but the fear- that feeling of dread I had when I saw Edwards name on my grave, it was telling me to get out of here, to find answers. And I’d return, once I had the answers and I knew I was safe with them I’d come back, I’d come back and we could be happy… we could be a family, just like Pauline had said.
At first I thought I could use the secret passages leading to the centre of town that Pauline mentioned but none of Bernice's documents I looked at had a complete map of them. I’d snuck Ross’s address from Bernice's study; she kept a list of people from Rosyton Vasey in a draw labelled cunts of vasey, I’d also taken a map of the town- which I didn’t entirely know how to read but hoped would guide me to his apartment, which was apparently two ‘miles’ away. I’d be back. I would, but I had to go.
My mind drifted back to Tubbs, did she know about this? Surely she did, that was her husband's name on my (?) grave… if only I could see her, maybe if everything goes well with uncle Ross I can see Tubbs, ask her what she knows. Despite her being married to Edward I weirdly still trusted her, maybe I just wasn’t ready to admit the first person to show my kindness could have been lying to me at the same time. God I hoped I was right, I hoped I could trust Tubbs.
Bernice's POV (gasp)
“We have to tell them Bernie,” Pauline said, sitting at the end of the bed, looking up at me. I’d only arrived home in the last hour, tired from a day of researching a loophole in the Rosyton Vasey town documents, finding anything that could help us own Y/N ourselves and not have to share with the rest of the town, especially when we still didn’t know who we could actually trust. They deserved a good home, a safe home, a home with their real family. “They’re not safe and they deserve to know. They deserve to know who their real family is.”
“You think I don’t know? Oh I forgot, you know best,” I snapped, Paulines face fell as I spoke. It hurt to admit after all this time that I was still affected by what she’d done, still hadn't fully forgiven her. I wanted to, really I did. But it wasn’t just the fact she’d taken Y/N away from us, it was the fact she did that knowing what had happened to my own mother- that I had been in a similar position to Y/N. “I’m sorry. I know they deserve to know. But we can’t be a family until I’ve figured things out Pauline, you know if you actually talked to me an unspecified amount of time ago ranging from 19-25 years we wouldn’t be in this mess. We could of figured this out I could of had more time to-”
“You know I wanted to tell you, but we didn’t have time. And we’ve spent too long waiting for this. Too long staying in, doing nish, doing fuck all. Y/N is here now, that’s what matters. That disturbed child of ours thinks Ross is their uncle for fucks sake! GOD can you even imagine how terrifying that would be?” Pauline said, shaking her head as she fiddled anxiously with the pen on her lap.
“You told them that, you forced them into a false, horrifying reality where Ross freaking Gaines is their uncle. I just- I’m not ready Pauline. I know you may think that's selfish but its the harsh shitty little man reality of the situation. I need these documents, I need to figure out what’s going on and how we can properly protect them before we drop the bombshell that we- we’re their mothers,” I struggled to continue, closing my eyes at a desperate attempt to contain myself, the word mothers still felt weird to say, or admit, after all those unspecified amount of years. “I can’t tell them and then lose them again.”
“We won’t lose them again Bernie. We’re on the same page this time, and Y/N isn’t a baby anymore. They’re tough too, if a little deranged, and smart and kind- they want to help that gross little toad hybrid man for christ's sake! You need to put more faith into them, they can stand on their own two feet, even without shoes,” Pauline replied, my eyes were still shut, head bent to the floor but I felt Paulines arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug “We can tell them now, together.”
I knew Pauline was right. I knew what I would have wanted at Y/N's unspecified age, closure, answers. I couldn’t fix my own relationship with my mother seeing as she was in a cave somewhere, or maybe in a cow. But that didn’t have to be the same for Y/N, they didn’t deserve that, I wouldn’t let that happen. “Okay. Okay yeah, yeah let’s do it you daft bitch. I want them to know. I want to fight this fucking shit of a town together.”
Pauline smiled down at me, giving me a quick peck and hug “Alright reverend. Let’s go.”
I was still fucking scared shitless though, sure I wanted the little munchkin to know- no more bullshit, Pauline was right but- we left them, alone, with a nutty wkd Michael Caine obsessed woman for the last non specific amount of years! Sure they were with us now but it wasn’t exactly like what was ahead was much better, they were still in danger. This wouldn’t exactly be easy for them to learn, or deal with. Pauline took my hand as we approached their bedroom door. Knocking softly Pauline called in “Y/N? Y/N sweetie are you awake?”
No answer. “The shits asleep let’s just wait until the morn-”
Pauline ignored me, pushing open the door to reveal- an empty room.
What the fuck?
No,
No, not again.
“Y/N? Y/N where the fuck are you?” Pauline called, letting go of my hand and running into the room, she looked desperately around, running to the bed and pulling it up to reveal that they clearly weren’t there. They had fucking gone.
I stared in horror at her as her face fell, lip quivering “Fuck. Fuck they’re gone, what did you say to them when I was gone? Why would they leave?!” I spat furiously, charging towards the window and looking out into the darkness, nothing. I looked back at Pauline.
Tears had filled her eyes, she knelt next to the bed, hands wrapped in duvet as she looked up at me. “NOTHING! No Bernie please, they wouldn’t just leave like this. No, no, something has to have happened to them.”
God she was so delusional. Happened to them? Yeah. we happened to them, this weird toad breeding town happened to them- it was evident what had happened. “Like what exactly? No Pauline we’ve scared them away and they’re gone and it’s all your fault you did it again-”
“Bernie, please!” The woman shouted, eyes red with tears. God. I wish I could stay angry at the bitch, I really did. But she was all I had.
“I’m sorry pen,” I said softly, bending down slowly next to them, wiping the tears from her makeup smeared face, she looked like a drunk panda who shat themselves. “Where do you think they’ve gone?”
“Dentons. Has to be. They want them for their weird fucked up toad hybrid breeding plan.” Pauline said, breathing in deeply through her nose and scrunching up her lips as she tried to catch her breath.
I pulled the duvet away from her, kissing her on the forehead. I wasn’t entirely sure if she was right, but turning up at the Dentons in the middle of the night sounded like a great way to express my anger at the situation. And if Y/N had run away- they’d take Benjamin with them. “Pauline It’s okay hun, we’re gonna go there and take our Y/N back.”
Y/NS POV
I couldn't breathe standing outside the apartment steps, well, not literally, like if I literally couldn’t breathe I’d be dead but it was a struggle. Nothing about this situation was normal, especially the Edward part like that was just gross and disgusting and made me feel sick to my stomach. But I'd run away from Pauline and Bernice, something I hadn’t really planned to do, seeing as they were actually kind and not turning me into a toad breeding machine. But now I was here- outside my real family's apartment. This was it,
Ross.
I ran up the steps, knocking firmly on the door. There it was again, that lack of breath, that feeling like my heart was in my throat and my stomach was on the floor. Almost like I was like Benjamin and I was going to piss my pants. Open the door open the door open the door please just open the door. I looked back at my surroundings, I couldn’t be sure no one had seen me, hell I’d barely gotten here with my map reading skills. What would I do if someone had seen me? If Pauline or Bernice turned up now and dragged me away? Would that even be a bad thing? Could I really not trust them?
Could I trust Ross?
Creak. Crack. Bang. Boop. Shart.
“Fucking cunt bastard ughhh-” groaned a muffled voice from inside.
The door opened.
“Who the fuck are you?” The short, robed man standing in front of me spoke. His hair messy and glasses wonky, I’d clearly woken him up “It’s 3am you idiot.” he snarled, mouth downturned.
“You’re Ross.” I stared blankly, he looked like mum. Just with shorter hair and minus the glasses. And greasy, weirdly greasy- holy shit did my uncle cover himself in grease every night or something? Had I walked into some weird grease kink? He smelt too. Gross.
“Yep, bingo. I’m Ross.” he yawned, eyes narrowing as he looked at me.
“You’re my uncle.” I stated simply, no point in dodging the reason I was here.
Ross stared at me blankly for a moment, looking me up and down before gesturing for me to come inside. “Great. Great I knew, knew she’d pull some shit like this. Wonderful, now I’m your uncle.” He muttered to himself, seemingly unaware I could hear him. His face still had that irritated blank look about him, like he’d been expecting something like this.
His apartment was clean, too clean. Like someone who hadn't lived in it, but I guess my comparison was mums house- cluttered with bottles and Caine, but the Dentons house was clean, clean but lived in. Ross didn’t seem to really… live. Weird. The grease kinda made me think he’d have tons of Smiths records and fifty copies of Fight club. “So you… you know about me then?”
“Yes. Yes I know about you y/n,” We were in his dining room now, he went over to the cupboards, pulling out a bottle of white wine. At least it wasn’t wkd. “I know all about you-” He chuckled to himself, grabbing a glass “Are you happy to be away from my nutty sister then?”
I looked awkwardly around, deciding to sit down on the sofa. “I don’t know. Being with mum wasn’t exactly fun but… I've seen things since being in Royston Vasey, uncle Ross, and I’ve come here for answers.”
Ross choked on his drink, spluttering “Answers?” he coughed.
“Things I can’t get from Pauline. I know somethings going on here, this isn’t a normal town adopting someone situation is it? There’s something they aren’t telling me and I just thought- you’re family. You’re my real, honest family and you’ll tell me, won’t you?” I explained, shuffling in my seat as I looked at him. He was cleaning up the wine spillage on his neck and pouring himself another glass.
“Christ, they haven’t told you anything, have they?” He groaned, hand coming to rest against his face as he gulped down his wine. He picked up the bottle, coming to sit next to me “You can drink, right?”
I stared at the bottle he’d offered me before looking at him again.“No thanks. I’m just here for answers. Uncle Ross-”
“They lied to you,” He interrupted me, taking a swig of his wine and he leant back on the sofa, eyes shut. “Everyones lied to you.”
Oh.
Oh.
There it was. Benjamin was right. I was right. I guess a part of me had been expecting him to turn me away, to tell me there was a reasonable explanation for the gravestone and that I was being silly, that Pauline and Bernice would never- never lie to me. But I was right, I was annoyingly, right. “The gravestone.” I said, looking at my uncle as his eyes shifted to mine.
“You won’t get answers there Y/N. There's no point. If I were you I’d leave Royston Vasey tonight,” he said, passing the bottle to me. “I’m not telling you shit. That's not for me to do, you can take my advice and leave or stay here, stay here, look for answers and die.” He looked at me simply, wiping his mouth.
“Die? What the fuck? What do you mean I’ll die?? Like the gravestone? Is that me? Is Y/N me? How could it even be me, I wasn’t alive then I don’t know that creepy gross twat Edward. I don’t. Do I? Please, please just tell me what you know.” I said, I clung onto the bottle he’d handed me, not drinking. I knew something was going on but die? It hadn’t occurred to me that I was in any imminent danger.
Pauline and Bernice wouldn’t hurt me would they?
“Get out. Get out, I'm not doing this,” Ross said suddenly, standing up he grabbed the bottle back “I already helped you an unspecified amount of time ago. I did my part, if you die now that’s up to you. Just,” He paused, walking back to the cupboard “You can’t trust anyone Y/N.”
“Get out? No! I only just got here and I don’t know anything please, please uncle Ross why am I in danger? What are they lying to me about?” I asked, standing up from the sofa and walking over to him, grabbing at his arm I clung on. “Please, I literally jumped out of my window in the middle of the night to get fucking answers! And now you’re telling me I’m going to die?”
“Look Y/N, I’m not particularly fond of Pauline or Bernice. I only helped all those years ago because I felt sorry for them, sorry like I feel for you now. But I’m not going to be the one to tell you this stuff, it’s none of my fucking buisness. But,” he groaned again, looking at me with tired eyes, hands reaching to pull me away. “I'm not your uncle.”
Another punch in the gut, great. Great she’d lied about that amongst whatever other secrets she had. “WHAT? But Pauline-”
“Paulines a liar. Pauline lied to you. Pauline doesn’t want you to know the truth because she's a repressed, angry tall woman. Bernice too, I assume, but short, obviously. No, no I’m not your uncle.” Ross explained, watching my face fall as he spoke. His hands came to my shoulders, patting me awkwardly.
“But you said my mums your…” I whispered.
“Oh! Oh yeah, yeah she is,” He nodded, taking a quick breath.“Just one tiny issue there, she’s not really your mum.”
What.
Everything grew silent. My mouth firmly shut. I clenched my thists, staring at him. He was lying. He had to be, if she wasnt my mother then why did she look after me? Why did she do all of those things why- who were my real parents? Why the fuck would they leave me with a nutty woman who collected Michael Caine! Why would anyone do that? That’s fucking weird??? I grabbed the bottle from him, taking a quick Bernice esque swig “What. the fuck. Do you mean?”
“I mean, Paulines a liar. And you’re not my niece/nephew/whatever you are. Not sure why she’d even tell you that, probably because she was getting too close to telling you the truth, she has a habit of making shit up when she’s in trouble. Look. If you go to Barbaras she’ll get you out of here, she has kids of her own, so I assume she’s not apart of this fucking mess, she’ll look after you.” Ross said, taking the bottle from me with a disapproving look. He gave me another pat on the shoulder.
I jumped away from him “The truth? What’s the truth? Who are my parents?”
Ross sighed, rubbing his eyes and greasy hair before speaking again.“Oh. Oh yeah. I guess, I can tell you that bit.”
I waited, heart pounding. Sinking. Felt like I was gonna fucking explode. Maybe I should have just stayed with Benjamin and become a toad breeding creature, would have been much simpler, at least they were a little honest.
“Pauline is. Well, Pauline and Bernice- not sure how that's scientifically possible but you know, this is Royston Vasey, nothing really makes much sense here. All I know is that the weird little reverend popped you out and then I helped Pauline, take you away to my sisters.”
What?
I was out the door.
Stumbling down the steps, I’d never left somewhere so fast. Of course. Of course it was them. My parents. Pauline and Bernice. I guess this explained a lot, their eagerness to look after me, the comfort I found around them both. The ease of it all. FUCK OF COURSE IT MADE PERFECT SENSE COMPLETELY NORMAL TOTALLY FORESEEABLE But they abandoned me. They abandoned me and gave me to a fucking nutter. I DIDN'T HAVE CLOTHES I DIDN'T HAVE SHOES I?>? I had to go back, I couldn't leave after what Ross had told me. Even if I died I needed to see them, I needed to find out why they’d leave me with that bitch woman.
But they cared about me. This was good. Wasn’t it? Even if they had some plan to kill me, at least I was loved, right? But I didn’t know that.
I stumbled up the road, not bothering to walk on the pavement. The streets were empty anyway, I could barely see in front of me, torch left abandoned in my pocket as I urged myself forwards. I had to get back to the church. I came here for answers and left with more questions, the gravestone was still a complete mystery to me- and now apparently everyone was a liar?? I was going to throw up. I was going to do a Benjamin.
A low groaning noise filled my ears suddenly, something coming from ahead of me.
What was that?
Squinting I saw it,
A car,
Coming straight for me,
FUCK.
Some time earlier… Edwards POV // 🍆
“Christ is fuckin dark ain’t it?” the small man, Geoff, laughed behind me. (not like that) We were approaching the church now, almost 3am. They’d all be asleep, and then it would be easy enough to get into y/n's room if I hopped on Tubbs shoulder. Soon they would see, they would understand.
“Where did you say it was, Geoff?” I snapped, eyes narrowing as Tubbs drove down a narrow road.
“Oh- Uhhhh It should just be on the right, if I remember correctly. I don’t really go to church me but my boyfriends related to the reverend so-”
“SILENCE! Tubbs, turn right.” I ordered. This entire night had already been quite shit- Geoff was clearly an intelligent man, handsome, brave, sexy but Tubbs- well, her excitment to see Y/N again was getting on my fucking nerves. The fact Y/N had… made an attachment to Tubbs… soon I would change that.
I just had to speak to them. To make them, understand the gravity of the situation. Maybe if that happened- maybe they’d even talk to Hilary about it and and.. Things could be how they used to be, disposing of Tubbs first of course. Shit eater. I was getting ahead of myself again, excited by the prospect. Turning right I felt Geoff's hand slap my back “No! No stop, there's a light.”
“Turn off the car! Tubbs turn off the CAR!” I screeched in male fragility, grabbing the wheel off her as we stopped with a jolt. Widening my little half blind eyes I saw it- a weak torch light leaving the church yard.
“OoooHHHHHH IT’S Y/N!!!! EDWARD EDWARD IT'S THEM!!” Tubbs cried in delight, clapping her arms together and wiggling in her seat in excitement, her hand moving to grab the car door.
She was right. The figure was Y/N, wrapped in a large coat, moving down the hill surrounded in the soft glow of the torch light. Where the fucking fuck was the little bummer going? Pauline surely wasn’t stupid enough to tell them, was she? Had my little poof decided to run away?
“NO! Tubbs, silence! Shut up cabbage! This is supposed to be a surprise. Keep your voice DOWN!” I cried, grabbing her arm back and holding her still. I gestured my head frantically to Geoff to help steady her. If Y/N was going somewhere, it was best to find out where exactly, better to have all the knowledge going into the situation “We’ll follow them, quietly.”
“But Edward… they’re right there!” Tubbs argued, she batted my hands away from her “I’m not an idiot Edward. This doesn’t seem like a very nice surprise. You said we were going to-”
“Tubbs if you don’t follow them we’re going back home. And I’ll never let you leave again,” I spat “Follow. Them.”
Tubbs frowned, but started the car again. Geoff, still behind me, let out a deep sigh and chuckle “Thought me and Ollie were bad but you two,” He giggled to himself “Bit weird!”
“Silence.” I snapped, annoyed at the bummer man's words. Tubbs and I were not exactly a normal couple. And I think if either of us had a word on the relationship we’d be with different people, alas our father had insisted on looking after each other- and there weren't many options back then. But that wouldn’t matter for much longer, if everything went to plan it wouldn't be like last time.
The rest of the journey was in silence, Geoff occasionally laughing awkwardly to himself or Tubbs sniffling being the only noise. I was too… focused to talk. The gender non-specific no tail was heading into the centre of Royston Vasey, they looked focused, purposeful. Everything was fine- until Tubbs stopped the car.
“No, no Edward I won’t. You have to leave them alone!” She said suddenly, turning to look at me.
“Christ Tubbs what did I tell you? We’re surprising the no-tail! This is a good thing!”
“No! No we’re not! You have some- some feelings for the no tail don’t you? You want to shove your precious thing in their ears I know you do!” Tubbs cried, slamming her hands on the wheel.
“TAKE THAT BACK! I am no whore Tubbs! No slut! No simple wanker! The no-tail and I have hardly spoken to each other, you know that!” I snarled, fucking cabbage.
“Don’t lie to me Edward! I saw the way you looked at them, creepy little shit!” Tubbs continued “I have to protect them from you Edward. I know something happened before.”
SINCE WHEN DID SHE HAVE A BRAIN? Since when did Tubbs- pay attention to things? I was pretty sure until now the piglet had been oblivious to the last ninety years at least but- here she was. Refusing to drive the car and declaring me some kind of pervert and villain. I was not a villain.
“What happened before is not your concern! What is your concern is starting the car or I won’t ever let you-!” I spat out, hands reaching to grab the wheel but she pushed me away, eyes full of hatred, it was as if something had taken hold of Tubbs, perhaps the motherly urges I stamped out with David?
“Let me do what? Whatever you do to me Edward I don’t care. I care about this no-tail, I don’t want them to get hurt because of you!” She cried.
HURT? She knew nothing. Nothing of what I had been through, nothing of what I had sacrificed for this town, for this gender non specific no-tai. l“HURT?? HURT?? I’M TRYING TO SAVE THE NO-TAIL YOU DUMB BITCH!” I spat.
“OY! That’s not very feminist of you!” Geoff gasped, interrupting me with a nudge of his gun. My nostrils flared in response, frowning at him.
Tubbs stopped her swatting and moving at the wheel in distress, growing silent before she spoke again. “Save them? They need saving?”
“Yes. Yes they need help Tubbs. We need to help them, I need to help them,” I said awkwardly, I patted her on the shoulder “Move the car cabbage.”
“Edward I-”
“I think you should listen to him, big beautiful woman.” Geoff added, giving Tubbs a lopsided smile. I cringed a little at the comment, mentally adding more shots for calling my cabbage beautiful.
Tubbs started the car with a disapproving huff “Please don’t be lying to me Edward.” She mumbled, driving back down the hill in the direction Y/N had gone before we lost them.
Stupid cabbage. The roads of Royston Vasey were quiet and dark, the town that was usually filled with weird shit was finally asleep so it seemed, but where the FUck was Y/N? What if we weren’t the only ones looking for them tonight, what then? I cringed at the thought, if only Hilary was here. “Go faster Tubbs, we need to find them.” I snapped after five minutes of driving in silence.
“But Edward..”
“Do what I say Tubbs!” I snapped again, with a sigh she complied, practically zooming down the road when.
We saw it,
Y/N.
“STOP THE FUCKING CAR!” I creamed, throwing myself at Tubbs, but it was too late.
We hit Y/N with a bang, throwing them to the ground. Silence. Tubbs and Geoff stared in horror at the road and body in front of us. Fuck. FUCK. Not again. I couldn’t have this happen again. If they were dead I’d do it, I’d finally kill Tubbs. Geoff too just for being there. Then maybe myself, if Hilary didn’t want me.
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply “Stay in the car.” I ordered, opening the door and going out. Approaching it slowly I saw Y/N's body was crumpled before me, head bent back onto the pavement, eyes closed. Their arms were twisted around themselves, legs parted in a V shape. I bent down, examining their body, no blood thank the piglet gods. It all felt so familiar, it hadn’t been that long since I’d examined the last one- both dead.
I lifted their head up, feeling for any signs of life, my fingers twisting around their pulse, oh.OH shit? They were breathing. I lifted their crumpled body into my arms, looking back to the car filled with concerned faces, Tubbs eyes brimming with tears “We have to leave, now.”
Bernice pov :0
“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU FUCKING TOAD FUCKERS!” Pauline screamed, slamming her hands against the glass of the Dentons front door.
We were going to wake the whole neighbourhood if she wasn’t careful- not that either of us really cared. What was important right now was stealing Y/N back and maybe keeping them in the basement so they dont GET FUCKING EATEN.
A hustle a bang and the porch light of the dentons lit up “Fuckers OPEN UP!” Pauline slammed the door again, meeting the face of Harvey Denton. He glared through the glass at us, Val hiding behind him with a petrified expression on her face and she peeped nervously over his shoulder.
The door swung open, pushing Pauline and I back. Harvey swaggered out, eyebrows crossed and chest puffed like a toads in anger and hostility, Vallory followed, hands on his waist as she continued to hide behind him. “What exactly do you think you’re doing banging on our door at this time?” He cried, waggling a finger at us.
“Y/N’s missing and we all know about your freakish plan to turn them into a weird little toad breeding machine! Hand them over and Pauline and I won’t get physical, well, I won’t- I know pen wanted to hit you with a stick.” I explained, trying to get a good look at the hallway into their house and any signs of Y/N.
“Y/N’s missing too?” Val said suddenly, popping her head up.
“You know they’re missing because YOU took them!” Pauline snapped “Don’t play coy with me sweetheart.”
“No- no Pauline shush for a moment,” I said, putting a hand on her shoulder “Val what do you mean ‘too’?”
Harvey and Val exchanged a worried look, Val straightened herself, stepping forward she coughed before speaking “It’s Benjamin, he’s missing.”
Fuck.
FUCK.